Kailashana

May 31, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

before the rapture flowers

the earth trembled and roared today,
rocks climbed the stairway to the stars
it was as if we were lost, the moon
escaped holding our hearts hostage;
we circled like five vultures
battle scars on our vulture heads
decaying millennia
seen through the eyes of one lotus flower
in a dying lake
opening in Maytime and bowing
before the rapturing green, before the blades
of grass whisper their last breath of blue sky.

we meet again my Beloved
in an unbroken loop, always returning like
sonnets split and passing through a poet's mouth,
there is nothing
between us but joy, open your hand my darling,
before the dandelion seed flies like time and
golden apples fall..

— Kailashana, May 31, 2010

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Bluesky Woman

16 years ago

nothing between us but joy

what a lovely poem, Kailashana! carefully constructed, beautiful imagery, fine imagination.... good metaphor. this poem has it all, Congratulations!! you've created a masterpiece. Love, Leigh "The true miracle is not walking on water or walking in air, but simply walking on this earth." Thich Nhat Hanh

loved

16 years ago

simply good

congrats the word

mona

16 years ago

wt a lovely poem,,,

this poem from my favorite ,and its for you, when I read your poem I just remembered this: The pigeons fly, the pigeons come down... Prepare a place for me to rest. I love you unto weariness, your morning is fruit for songs and this evening is precious gold the shadows are strong as marble. When I see myself, it is hanging upon a neck that embraces only the clouds, you are the air that undresses in front of me like tears of the grape, you are the beginning of the family of waves held by the shore. I love you, you are the beginning of my soul, and you are the end... the pigeons fly the pigeons come down... I am for my lover I am. And my lover is for his wandering star Sleep my love on you my hair braids, peace be with you... the pigeons fly the pigeons come down... Oh, my love, where are you taking me away from my parents, from my trees, small bed and from my weariness, from my visions, from my light, from my memories and pleasant evenings, from my dress and my shyness, where are you taking me my love, where? You take me, set me on fire, and then leave me in the vain path of the air that is a sin ... that is a sin... the pigeons fly the pigeons come down... My love, I fear the silence of your hands. Scratch my blood so the horse can sleep. My love, female birds fly to you take me as a wife and breathe. My love I will stay and breasts will grow for you The guards take me out of your way my love, I will cry upon you, upon you, upon you. because you are die surface of my sky. My body is the land, the place for you... the pigeons fly the pigeons come down... http://www.adab.com/en/modules.php?name=Sh3er&doWhat=shqas&qid=69

Nordic cloud

16 years ago

rocks climbed the stairway to the stars"

Ann of Norway "the earth trembled and roared today, rocks climbed the stairway to the stars" Oh this image I absolutely love Anna, that is the vision of the year so far for me, rocks climbing, so wonderfully defying gravity and common sense, and actually climbing, that's a paradox when it is us who climb them!! Oh I am called away and must go but I shall be back never fear. Love for the while,your sister Ann. Mona that is a lovely poem too, the flights of love, their wings turn stronger than the strongest tempests and we weather all blows without feeling pain, immune, for the moment of joy is overwhelming, but where there lurks distrust in one all can turn to poison.

Kailashana

16 years ago

Thank you all for reading

Thank you all for reading and sharing your hearts. Sometimes, in ecstatic moments, only the Beloved remains. In that moment, I am obliterated...gone...gone...beyond. And sometimes in the moments in between... i am Love returning. And sometimes I am the Lover who is loved in the Beloved. ~ "Just as what you dream is your own and no one else can observe it, so the world you see is your own." ~ Nisargadatta

pleiades

16 years ago

this is the kind of poem

this is the kind of poem whose words you roll around in your mouth...savour, like a fine wine so well constructed A... such great imagery i read more of your work than i review (life is busy) and so often, i think you elevate what could be ordinary, into something quite special i love this write fabulous ending cheers p

Kailashana

16 years ago

There are no ordinary

There are no ordinary moments, p. ~A "Just as what you dream is your own and no one else can observe it, so the world you see is your own." ~ Nisargadatta

pleiades

16 years ago

i meant an ordinary write

i meant an ordinary write maybe should have clarified. your use of words, art of description, phrasing, et al, elevate the write

whitetea

16 years ago

is this in part about someone you love

because if so tell me about this person and what you two have i had a nightmare about vultures bullying small birds until finally at the end of the dream i tortured one vulture and tied it to a bush. it felt sadistic on my end and now since then i feel a chill whenever i hear about vultures. also, this is beautiful.

Kailashana

16 years ago

Every March 15, (the Ides

Every March 15, (the Ides of) the buzzards (vultures) of Hinckley return. Several years ago my son & I went on a photographic excursion (his love) to a wonderful area that includes a lake filled with yellow lotus flowers. A walkway runs through the center of this lake. I hobbled to the end (I retwisted my ankle some days before) and I extended my arms out to my sides, in salutation to the sun. One of the first really warm spring days. At that moment 4 buzzards came from four directions. Two circled about 20 feet above me, the other two were circling high above the other two. I was deliriously happy making a connection. My son said they recognize dead meat. Yup. It is in dying that we are reborn. ~A "Just as what you dream is your own and no one else can observe it, so the world you see is your own." ~ Nisargadatta

Nordic cloud

16 years ago

but then you almost did fly too didn't you!!!

Ann of Norway Anna how wonderful to be exactly under the thermal that raised those buzzards (on Erik's birthday!) It is a shame you couldn't have flown too, I always almost feel as if I were flying when I watch them, their voice calls my attention to them if near, but then you almost did fly too didn't you!!! Fly on dear sister Anna, Ann will try and join you there!

judyanne

16 years ago

wonderful imagery anna

but what else am i to expect from you? love and hugs judd xxx http://www.strategicpublishinggroup.com/title/TwentyMyPrettyPonies.html